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25 highlights of my first uni year

I finished my first year at university nearly two months ago. I ran for the first train out of there and haven't had chance to craft a blog post in the time since. It's been an odd year, half living in Stoke and half living on a train bound out of Stoke.

I don't want to write a tedious post on the ins and outs of the year, so I've crafted a few listicles. Everyone loves those, right?

Please bear in mind when I say "uni", I mean the time between moving in and moving out. A lot didn't actually take place "at uni".

In no particular order, my top 10 favourite moments of uni:
Cartwheel in Edinburgh
When in Edinburgh, the hotel was big enough for me to do a cartwheel in. It was very odd, especially as I was underground, but I was so far away from everything and spending the weekend on my own, and it was nice.Postman's Park in London
For a few years, whenever I went to London I'd been trying to find Postman's Park. On my last trip I finally fo…

25 things I learnt in St. Davids, Wales

I like traveling. I don't like reading or writing travel blogs. From all my adventures I'm going to give you a list of things I've learnt on them. Maybe I'll add in a few witty anecdotes, about how I cried through the thunderstorm or someone wanted to steal a goat.

Here's what I learnt after a night in a sleepy Welsh suburb and four nights camping on a farm.

There's a Bret Easton Ellis line from his debut novel Less Than Zero: "People are afraid to merge". This is true.Driving on your own is the best way to listen to new music. Plug the aux cable in and put your phone where you can't reach it whilst driving.Get postcards from everywhere. I probably go overboard with this, but I don't care. At all.People look at you weird if you wear ripped jeans at a National Trust property. Remember they're the ones with the problem, not you.Being a girl on your own in ripped jeans paying for things in cash at a National Trust property makes you feel like …